La Fon del Mas, Aveyron

I will not tell you what the rude son of our hosts – he was not with us in France, but his dad related the story with much relish – called the tiny hamlet of La Fon del Mas, which you pass through on the way down the hill from the Thompson’s house, below, into…

Read More

Dusk, Kalk Bay – the follow-on

Interviewer: Last time we spoke, you ducked out of answering questions about this image. Perhaps this time you’d oblige? (Click on images to enlarge) Me: Ok. Ambient light. Interviewer: Ambient light? Me: Yup. I don’t have a controlled light environment where I work, so the ambient light has a big effect on how I perceive…

Read More

Dusk, Kalk Bay

Interviewer: Dusk at Kalk Bay – tell me about this image. (PS click on the image to enlarge). Me: No. Not right now, anyway. Rob and I are getting packed and heading out shortly to spend the long weekend – it’s the Youth Day weekend, here in South Africa – in the Magaliesberg. Interviewer: Ah!…

Read More

Black and White Landscapes – Plains of Camdeboo and Valley of Desolation

Set against the vast and empty Plains of Camdeboo, abutted by the Valley of Desolation and surrounding mountains, the small Karoo town of Graaff-Reinet seems dwarfed, vulnerable, a fragile human outpost, more so when storm clouds gather. Yet there is a beauty in the landscape, something stark and wonderful. Storm Clouds over Graaff-Reinet Valley of…

Read More

End of the Road, Paternoster

The moon above the last row of cottages – Paternoster, Cape West Coast

Read More

First Light, Paternoster

I wrote in a previous post about fulfilling a long-standing wish of my mother’s, to visit the little fishing village of Paternoster, on the Cape West Coast: most of the time was family time, an extended celebration of her 87th birthday, but on the last morning I made sure I had some time for myself.…

Read More

Olvera – rooftops and street view

Olvera and the surrounding countryside – a view over the rooftops and from the streets below….

Read More

Look out for my next post – Olvera, Andalucia

We took the road via Setenil from Ronda before joining up with the A384 en route to Granada. The back roads took us through rugged, heat-seared, spectacular country, dotted with little white towns with Olvera, pictured, offering dramatic views as we approached. Needless to say, we drove up into the town, parked, and explored. We…

Read More

Views from Ronda

Ronda, perhaps the most famed and loveliest of Andalucia’s pueblos blancos, sits atop a massive cliff, rising sheer from the valley floor a hundred metres or more below. The old (read, Moorish) and new parts of the town are cleft in two by the Tajo Gorge, crossed, as I noted in my previous post, by…

Read More

In the Parque Natural de la Sierra de Grazalema

One of the best decisions we made on our trip to Spain was to head off the main road from Sevilla to Ronda, and take a detour through the Parque Natural de la Sierra de Grazalema. The ‘park’ is an area of wild beauty, rugged, steep, sheer, spectacular, dotted with isolated farmsteads and whitewashed pueblos…

Read More